Title: Million Little Pieces
Author: Keir
Rating: R overall, for swearing, violence, and sexual situations
The Gist of Things: Haru's feelings are already known to Kyou, but now Yuki is making his known as well. What's a poor kitty cat to do?
A/N: Still no clue where to go with this. XD Just sort of flopping around like a fish as I write. I did think about doing multiple endings (one HaruxKyou, one YukixKyou, and one threesome X3). I have no idea, yay! Leaning toward that or ending up making it HaruxKyou, because let's face it, that's just what I'm good at, haha!
italics - thought
Hatori glanced over with a blank face. "Get out." Kyou scowled and opened the car door, sliding out. The jacket he had borrowed from Momiji was two sizes too small but he hadn't had one of his own. "Tell Hatsuharu to come outside."
"Tell him yourself!" the cat snarled, slamming the door and stomping into Shigure's house.
The dragon sighed, killing the engine. He stepped out of the car and walked into the house quickly; it had rained all night and the dawn was frigid. As soon as he set foot inside Shigure caroled, "Oh, Hatori-kun! What a surprise!"
The brunette sighed. "Good morning, Shigure. Where is Kyou?"
Shigure tilted his head as the sound of a drill buzzing came from upstairs. "He ran right upstairs. He was gone all night, you know, and now he shows up with you." The dog gave his friend a sly smile.
"He stayed with me."
Shigure's smirk deepened. "Oh, my, my. So open and brazen about it too."
The dragon glared. "He refused to leave; he didn't want to come home."
"Well I wonder why he would do such a thing." The dog glanced over at Hatsuharu and Yuki, then shrugged. The sound of hammering floated down from upstairs. "Ne, Hatori-kun, stay for breakfast!"
"Shigure, stop using Tohru as your maid." Despite the protest, the doctor shrugged out of his coat and sat down at the table, but he did give his cousin a reprimanding look.
"Oh, it's no problem, Hatori-san. I love too cook," Tohru said as she stirred something. "Thought usually Kyou-kun helps."
"Kyou helps you cook?" Hatsuharu blurted out.
"Oh, yes, Kyou-kun is like a cute little housewife in his apron," sing-songed Shigure. "Look what I got him for his last birthday!" He picked an apron off a hook and showed it off: it was pink with a cat on the front.
"What do you care if Kyou cooks or not?" Yuki asked coldly for Hatsuharu's ears alone.
The ox looked at him blankly. "It's nothing." Behind them Shigure had a speculative gaze.
The two stared at each other until Tohru announced cheerfully, "Breakfast is ready!"
There was a knock on the door. "Go away!" Kyou snarled, not bothering to move from where he was curled up on his bed.
"Kyou-kun?" Tohru called hesitantly through the door. "Are you all right?"
The orange-haired boy felt a pang of guilt and reluctantly rose to open the door. "I'm fine," he muttered. He noticed her looking at the new lock on his door. "I got tired of people bugging me."
"Oh." Tohru's face broke out in a sudden smile. "Since you didn't come down to breakfast, I thought I'd bring you lunch." She walked over and set a tray of food down on his desk.
The cat raised a brow as he caught sight of a bundle of flowers on the tray. "You picked flowers?"
"Oh, no! Haru-kun did. He helped me cook lunch too. He said you weren't feeling well last night and he wanted to do something nice for you."
Kyou felt his heart thump harder in his chest. Haru had done all that for him? "Is…is Haru still here?"
"Yes, he stayed this morning. Hatori was supposed to be here half an hour ago, but he was delayed. But he said he would pick up Haru in an hour."
Kyou thanked her as she left, locking the door and sitting down to his meal. He picked at the food for almost five minutes before finally giving in to his urges. He picked up the flowers, toying with them restlessly. They were sad flowers, half dead from the freezing spring drizzle of the past few days, petals missing here and there. He set them in his glass of water and stood, placing them on the nightstand next to his bed. He was about to lay down when another knock came at his door. With a hiss he yelled, "What?"
"Kyou, let me in," Yuki called.
The cat frowned, the headache he had throbbing at his temples. "Why should I?"
"Because if you don't I'll break the door down," the rat answered sedately.
The orange-haired boy bristled, but got up. He snicked the lock back, cracking the door open. "What?"
Yuki arched a brow at the new security measures. "Can I at least come in?"
Kyou growled but stepped back to let his cousin in. He kept his eyes on the other warily, shutting the door and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "What do you want?" he asked irritably.
"I wanted to apologize for what I said last night. I didn't mean it the way it must have sounded." The cat scowled at him. "Look, I've wanted to be with you for a while now."
The cat looked up through his lashes with a hostile frown. "So why didn't you do anything about it before?"
The rat scowled back. "You're so annoying and frustrating most of the time that you try my patience." Those amethyst eyes narrowed when he spied the flowers. "Beyond that, Haru told me you weren't interested."
Shock was written on Kyou's face. "He told you what?" Yuki shrugged and the cat's rage built against Hatsuharu. "It's not true! I…I've thought about you for a while," he said lamely, blushing and scowling at the same time.
"So why didn't you say anything before?"
"Are you stupid? The cat liking the rat?" There was an awkward silence.
"May I kiss you?"
Kyou's mouth fell open in shock. There was his cousin standing elegant and smooth, impeccably dressed and asking… "What?"
"May I kiss you?"
"No," the cat blurted, automatically bristling, his brain panicked. It was an almost mechanical response to his enemy's presence. It was a reaction he couldn't stop, even if he meant 'yes'.
The grey-haired boy's lips tipped up in a smile as he walked gracefully to the edge of the bed, leaning over. Kyou felt nervous; not only had Hatsuharu gone through a growth spurt, but Yuki too. Now they both stood a head taller than him. Kyou leaned back on his hands, trying to pull away. Yuki lifted a brow as the cat edged backward at every advancement and decided to crawl forward onto the bed. The orange-haired boy shuffled backward till he hit the headboard. Yuki smirked as he finally came to kneel on all fours above the other. "What's wrong, cat? Afraid?" Kyou's temper flared, but as soon as he opened his mouth to yell, his lips were taken.
Somewhere in the back of his mind the wheels were still turning, but his forethought was clouded. Yuki's lips were on his. They were moving on his. Yuki's lips were soft. Yuki's tongue was hot. The back of his mind told him this was much more sloppy than Haru's kisses but he didn't care.
Then cool fingers glided down his neck. He cried out as a shock of pleasure went straight to his brain and then to parts further below. "W-what did you just do to me?" His whole body immediately felt flushed with heat.
"It must be an erogenous zone for you," Yuki said with a self-satisfied smile. He caressed the other's neck again, stifling another cry of pleasure with his mouth. The cat felt drowned in sensation, rabid for touch. He kissed Yuki back with feverish enthusiasm, riding the waves of pleasure coursing through his lower belly.
He hadn't even realized the rat had undone his pants until the lip-lock broke. Yuki's eyes widened in comical astonishment. "You're not wearing underwear."
"I could have told you that," said a low, smooth voice.
"Haru!" the cat yelped in surprise. He tried to push backward, cracking the back of his skull on the headboard. "I can explain."
"You don't need to explain anything to Haru," Yuki said coolly, glaring at his interrupting younger cousin.
"I think I can figure it out," Hatsuharu said with an arched brow. "If you wanted a reenactment of our interlude before, Kyou, all you had to do was ask me."
The cat hissed and gathered the ends of his pants together to cover himself, the blush splashed across his cheekbones a violent red. "Yuki did it to me; it's not my fault!"
The ox's eyes traveled to the flowers on the nightstand and back. His face remained neutral. "Hatori is here to pick me up early. I just wanted to let you know." Then he left.
There was silence as Yuki stayed kneeling over Kyou, his breath fluttering orange hair. The cat kept his gaze steadily in the other direction. "Kyou..."
"Get out," Kyou said softly; the rat frowned. "I said get out." Yuki hesitated but took his leave, the cat locking the door behind him. Kyou wasn't sure what to do with himself, his heart burning with shame and lust, and for two men of all things. He took a jacket from his closet and threw it on, then climbed out the window into the fading light of afternoon.
Yuki entered his room and paused at the sight of a small note on his pillow. He picked it up, unfolded it and immediately recognized Hatsuharu's handwriting:
"Yuki,
When we had sex, Kyou said he was mine. Try to take him from me if you think you can."
The rat scowled and crumpled the note in his fist. This meant war.
You know, these things always seem longer when you write them on paper. :D Oh, well. I promise for those who love "How We Are, How We Were" that I'm working on two chapters for it currently. . I have not forgotten, I'm just slow. :3
